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zero fux - lunar c lyrics

[intro: lunar c]
yo, listen
lunar, manga, jehst [?], yes, yo

[verse 1: lunar c]
you’re not on a badman ting, you play badminton
don’t be acting tough, better pack that in
’cause that sh-t’s done
if you don’t know you better ask someone about me
second album still putting out heat
my patience is running out
these mc’s get boxed in the f-nny
i’m sat back watching the grammys
like what about me?
i don’t know why they keep hating
but they don’t ever wanna see jake win
and i see mc’s faking
tryna pull a fast one like speed dating
anything, i flip this cash
been doing bits and bats
little bit of this and that
told her i don’t wanna sit and chat
na i just wanna link and smash
and my nose don’t grow like pinnochio
no, no, no, no, this is facts
told her i’m a real boy, no strings attached
you ain’t ever been this bad
album sounding like a best of
you should probably get a desk job
and your girlfriend’s p-ssy smells
like white people’s dreadlocks

[hook: lunar c]
fresh out of f-cks to give
i am, techy techy with the flows init
deadly deadly, i just go k!ll it
pr-cks wanna run their lips
god d-mn, tell them b-tches mind their own business
they took the p-ss, i rubbed their nose in it
fresh out of f-cks to give

[verse 2: manga]
i am, definitely better than everybody
even though i’m slyly blue like cyan
or suttin
grime royalty, you can’t k!ll me like diane
that’s bait and rude actually
f-ck it like the island of thailand
that was smart, geography and that
local, still [?]
i’m definitely b-tters and i still get girls
dr. bruckitup and dr. dolittle
when i speak to a goat, i talk to myself
under arrest, they’re forcing theirselves
hype on the net but they’re bored, i can tell
how many times can you rhyme drip with drip, on snap recording yourself
add me, best on this ting, don’t at me
actually i’m really cold like ashley
get that quickly
[?] bar, got a bad b
and how your watch is dear like bambi
that’s hard, they were never challenging, tag beef
yeah man, love that, mandem gas me
i’m losing the will to live
what type of sh-t is this?
bruv, f-ck

[verse 3: jehst]
yo, these mc’s pop corn, that’s b-tterkist
right now i’m fresh out of f-cks to give
wish it didn’t have to come to this
but i’m coming to your crib where your father and your brother and your sister and your auntie and your uncle and your cousins live
your mother’s right here while i’m writing
got a bud like beer in the backwards
for the buzz lightyear that i’m lighting
this that sh-t
the smell and the sound loud, that’s how [?] lives
it’s that piff, smoke in the air, nose following the scent like bisto kids
did a few bits in your bits
made a few ends in your ends
might’ve had a little fling with your bit
but i ain’t never made friends with your friends
you’re begging it, that mayo got egg in it
the recipe ain’t got no sweg in it
better never say sh-t to my face ’cause i’m fresh out of f-cks to give
so celibate
that’s a chast-ty belt
clash any sound for the champion belt
these yout’s might get lashed with the belt
’cause if it isn’t heard then it has to be felt

- lunar c lyrics

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